Sophia ordered another of the same (Mountain Dew), looking at it quizzicaly, recalling a past incident with spiked beverages. Then she decided she didn't care and took an experimental sip.
"I'm from Mithlond." she told the curious Stryker. "I love it there, by the sea..." She trailed off, since she was definately in the mood for merriment, and the more boring details of her home were not going to increase her fun.
"Where are you from?" she asked him curioulsy, "and who's your sister? I heard you talking about her..."
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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